Blossom

I think I watch the two trees outside that blossom beautifully in spring with such attention because they are so close. Those trees are with me when I say “cheers” every morning before I drink a glass of orange juice; they are there when I look out to watch the sun set, and when night falls and I gaze up to the stars. Morning, evening, night – the trees are there. Here.After weeks of anticipation, the two trees that grow pink cherry blossoms in spring have started to bloom. This is among my favourite times of years – to look out in the morning and see pink is a delight.Earlier, I went outside and stood close to one of the trees. I usually look at the trees from the window, but from the window you can’t touch the tree; you can’t give all of your senses to Nature. When I got up close, I wondered “how do the petals feel?” I put one hand out and caressed my thumb and forefinger over a damp petal in the spring rains. The surrounding silky, firm blossom balanced the rain drops with grace;…